Adventures in Runyon Canyon

Every weekend Steve and I hike through Runyon Canyon. It's loaded with parents and their adorable children-- some in strollers and some strapped in backpacks so that the child becomes a part of the sexy-hot mom/dad's workout. The park also features Hollywood hipsters, shirtless gays, sports-bra wearing lesbians, lots of chicks with tiny bodies and huge boobies, and nearly all of them walking dogs. This is why the trail is a poostacle course.

Steve and I hike shirtless. Only because we want a tan and our time is precious. We're multi-tasking, ya see.

We also do two laps, because if we're gonna drive our asses out there and deal with horrible parking, we want it to be a good, hard workout. We go up the long and hardest side, down the smooth middle, up the slightly-less-hard but fatter side (Why is this starting to sound like porn?) that overlooks Hollywood, down the smooth middle and out to our car. When you're in the paved middle (in this pic), people can see you from either side. Last week, something funny happened.

As we came up the short, fat, Hollywood side, a young mom and dad were holding the hands of their absolutely precious 3 year old. She was excitedly hop-walking, grinning and staring at us.

"What the F**K you looking at?" we screamed.

Kidding. We didn't say that. We love kids.

As we got closer, the mom said, "There they are..." which excited the child further and confused us more. Then the mom looked at us and said, "She spotted you across the canyon and started shouting, 'Naked! Naked!'" Then the mom got a look on her face like, Oh my God why did I just say that to these two strangers?

But we laughed, they laughed, we did our second hike and left. Though I did wonder if she thought we were naked and hot. Don't scoff. It's a legitimate worry in LA.